Wen Ning (
guijiangjun) wrote in
farsickness2021-08-31 07:08 pm
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WHO: Wen Ning, Xue Yang
WHEN: August
WHAT: Nail removal
WHERE: Gazin
WARNINGS: mind control
Wen Ning is not quite all there. He's a prisoner, his consciousness not quite at the forefront but always trying to get through, willing himself to be in control, to be out of his own head. Still, even in his state he's confused by the new surroundings, wandering in black robes, not the best kempt and heavy chains around him. His eyes are unhuman in a way.
There's a flicker of recognition when he sees someone he knows. The person that had his mind locked away and left him little more than a weapon for years.
He goes toward him, without much certainty.
WHEN: August
WHAT: Nail removal
WHERE: Gazin
WARNINGS: mind control
Wen Ning is not quite all there. He's a prisoner, his consciousness not quite at the forefront but always trying to get through, willing himself to be in control, to be out of his own head. Still, even in his state he's confused by the new surroundings, wandering in black robes, not the best kempt and heavy chains around him. His eyes are unhuman in a way.
There's a flicker of recognition when he sees someone he knows. The person that had his mind locked away and left him little more than a weapon for years.
He goes toward him, without much certainty.

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Wen Ning gives a slight nod at the latter confirmation.
He studies him for a long moment before asking:
“Do you know somewhere I can rest?”
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That question hints at trusting him to give good options. Good things! So he nods, already discounting his house. He can't imagine Wen Ning wanting to live with someone who has caused him so much pain (his daozhangs are special cases).
"There's an inn in Gazin that provides cheap rooms to newcomers, long enough to get a job and make more permanent living arrangements. I can take you there."
Xue Yang already turns around, heading back for his horse to lead Wen Ning into town.
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Still, the inn would be a good choice he needed a place to gather his thoughts and adjust to having his freedom again — at least to some degree. He knew being controlled isn’t out of the question but now it is not a constant and he is not locked away in the back of his own mind.
“Thank you,” Wen Ning says, bowing his head and moving to follow Xue Yang.